Tomia wrote:In the Temple
Theodor Arnulfsson / Riki Farinhait
The Shotarr and their allies did not stand alone against demons for long. Soon, reinforcements arrived from up the stairs, many of them warriors from Tashar, striking the demon forces from behind and surrounding them. Theo remained in the front lines, using his shield to push back the swarm before they could push past and impaling one after the other, while his fiery boon did its work as well. As soon as the last of the demons fell to the floor, the Dragon Killer spun the weapon in his hand and stood down, watching Quentin announce himself and request support in this common struggle, at which point several of their comrades stood to introduce themselves, some with flowery descriptions of who they are and why they agree to help, others simply explaining anything they know about the situation outside.
Theo's introduction was simple as well.
"I am Theodor, son of Arnulf. Representing the Order of Evruin, at your service, Sir Quentin."
There was a rainbow assortment of personalities who chose to join their ranks. Quentin and his men represented the Knights of Shotarr, Theo was here from the Dragon Killers, they had Elves, Dascians and Tasharen alike choosing to follow, a few beastfolk like the mountain of muscle of fur which called itself Prax and the scrawny young birdfolk who had gotten to trouble earlier. Even a woman which seemed to be... hardly alive, with a legion of undead minions at her disposal. So a necromancer, then...
And, though he wasn't aware of that just yet, there was an another one just outside of the Temple. Riki remained in the foliage of the trees, cloaked in his pitch black cloak and watching the skirmish before his eyes. However, with the focus of the demon horde pretty much dead set on the fleeing Hercynian beastfolk, he might as well have stood in the open and he likely wouldn't have gotten scathed even once.
"Door's closed..." the necromancer muttered under his breath as the heavy stone doors closed shut, leaving the horde of demons scratching, gnawing and striking at the walls. All sorts of spells from the corrupted mages among their ranks shot out at the door, such as balls of fire, ice attacks, and magical arrows. At this point, Riki was convinced that the abominations among the demons once used to be mages, or at least were not natural demons. No normal demon displayed an ability to wield magic, these abominations were nowhere to be seen when the battle began and only started popping up as the fight progressed.
Which meant that a mage such as himself had to be wary of engaging the demons head-on, not that Riki was ever planning to do that. However... the Hercynians left him plenty of material to work with. Pulling out his engraved knife, the necromancer started drawing on the trunk of the tree he had been hiding behind, finishing off a pentagram surrounded by a square, placing his hand upon it and muttering:
"Santa Datune, Mundu Ama
erregutu ezazu gu bekatarion alde
orain eta gure heriotzako orduan."
Suddenly, chaos started to erupt among the demon ranks, as their fallen comrades and enemies alike would start to rise from the dead and immediately attack the living. The horde had made the mistake of standing in the corpses of their former brethren, and their assault upon the front door came to a halt. Riki stared to the ongoing chaotic battle for a few seconds and then to his glowing arm to assess the result, then turned towards Clive.
"I assume you're not the type to charge at a horde alone, correct? If you have anything ranged with you, that would surely help..."